( Jesus. What happened here? )

( What is this, truth or dare? )

( You realize, of course, that when I say I don't remember things -- it's not the truth. )

With particular acknowledgments to cywyllog -- who does not, properly speaking, appear in this story, but who is an inspiration nonetheless.

( She was pretty, I think, not beautiful. )

Why didn't any of you TELL ME I was married?!

( Midsummer night was no night at all, just a long twilight. )

( Just picture us at sixteen. )

If you think you know what happened, you're wrong. Even I don't know anymore, and I was there ( Read more... )

( Cut for divine-lunatic-induced trauma, and general creepiness )

There was a scant year between Gawain and me.  As far back as I can remember, they put us to sleep in the same bed.  It was customary, then, and anyway you didn't waste warmth in Orkney.  I'd wake in the night to the sound of the ceaseless wind, with my brother at my back, and drift off again without a whimper ( Read more... )